My mellow Latee was kicking flavorThe R.E. posse said "Yo Latifah we can do this"So I paused in the thought and in my brillance I caughtAnd I agreed because I already knew thisNow you should want to flex, cause I'm in full effectQueen Latifah is five-oh on this setYou've been begging and dying for somebody's rhyming to set you freeFor God so loved the world he gave to meI'm cooling, tacher knows me in school andThe mic, this mic in my hand, I'm rulingSo prepare your mind for my lifelineAnd meet the new Queen of Royal BadnessLatifah has the spirit so head for the waterAnd dive into the wrath of my madness

(Latifah does a rasta chorus)

Some MC's have gold and African veinAnd useing each other to compete withThese subjects I pity because their minds are not witty like mineTo write a rhyme so delicious you can eat itThere are those who like my taste, but don't consider bitingThere's penalties for those who don't do writing, just be recitingEveryone else's word that took a lot of thinkingIt's not a fortune your thoughts are shrinkingWhile mine are growing, yes you know like all the woman inside of meDespite what you do or say, and even in spite of meBrothers catch my eye with little hijinks, like I wishDying to have a lover of my likenessSo release all your shyness, call me "Your highness"And dare to feel the wrath of my madness

(Latifah does a rasta chorus)

Word of mouth is always everlastingAnd everlasting are the words that I bringThe ruler of the ring is Lord RamseyAnd music is made by Mark the 45 KingYou tremble for my treble, you're begging for the bassThe voice is too vicious, the same as the paceThe crowds, they love me, they give only hugsThe shrinked-to-fit buttonflies fit quite snugAs a bug, you know why? Because I'm buggingOf the beats that DJ Mark is lovingSo plex on the sounds that I'm pumpingI'm jumping with the energy to turn your mind to gladnessCome on, just get into it, don't lie and say you've been through itFeel the wrath of my madness

(More rasta singing)

I scene is mine cause I took itI took it for the money and I took it for the funDon't step up in my face, you don't want to feel the tasteDon't try and play me out, cause I am not the oneBrothers on my brastrap, sisters clocking my sound, why?Because they wanna be down with the Queen L-A-T-I-F-A-H in commandI supply the concept for you to understandFor those who want to bite, don't make me have to fussThe only thing you get is the gluteous maximusSuckers on the tip, you're loving me, you're leaving meYou wish that one day you could have thisCome on, you know the time, just be thankful for the rhymeAnd get up on the wrath of my madness